Lyrics:
in 1979 it was a cold day in December
Mamma peeled the paint off the wall screamed
Baby's on the way
They rushed her to the hospital in that old
at the reflection of my foreign car by R & R
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel
I was
and I hope you died clean
Or William Mcbride was it slow and obscene?
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they sound the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
all their presents
So much nice things we could have it all
We take it from the poor
Prince William hee hee
Queen Impression they say we're inbred
I
Yo, I go by the name
(I'm yo' Pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes
And I just wanna let y'all know (I'm yo' Pusha)
The world is about to feel
Yo, I go by the name
(I'm yo' Pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes
And I just wanna let y'all know (I'm yo' Pusha)
The world is about to feel
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in 202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
[Pharrell Williams] - The rapper!
Naw, dawg, go figure
With the V12, I make that straight killa
I flood the block, I hug the glock
I have a whole
that they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it called again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my legs and I
thank God I got Krept
They say it's our time and I don't wanna be late
I think too much cause I just wanna be great
Girls in the hotel and they don't
of my fuckin' way
I waited four days, nigga, where y'all at?
I drove here in the Wraith playin' AR-AB
I'm not sure what it was that really made y'all
make me go out of my fuckin' way
I waited four days, nigga, where y'all at?
I drove here in the Wraith playin' AR-AB
I'm not sure what it was that
rappers get paid from sales
I made 'em pay for all the days I was living in hell, yeah!
Now my estate sit on top of the lake
It feels great, I got an R&B
properly
Geography was invented by Eratosthenes
My wariness of hubris derived from Sophocles
One mid summer night I dreamt of a time
In a quiet Hamlet where
nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin' on just for ratings, I'm a CEO in the makin'
[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell)
Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)
You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home
Without
was networking with cartoons
Trying to be a money maker, gotta get in tune like Neptune
Gotta keep shit for real(Pharrell), you know I will and I am
Missing out on the days buddy
I was drifting with the same buddies
They've never taken from me
But it lately seems that they've gone and skated from
)
The more that I appear, oh
(and they love it and they love it)
The more, the more you try the eraser
The more that you appear
(Pharrell)
G.R.I.P P.I.M.P
I,
always gonna be running all these things, you know I'm up to my brain
And it's a beautiful day, I always tell them, you know we always gotta go ahead
brighter days
Cause sometimes it be dark and dreary
I hit in the dark with jewelry
Off White like I'm Bobby, Whitney
Natural but she ain't mulatto
Most
march, april, may, june
July, and august, september october, november,
De de december
It was a great day
It was a great day
The Lord helps those who
the ovens of Healy's bakery
Over on Great William O'Brien Street
He'd know he was at Blackpool Church
Then that sweet smell of molten sugar
The shawlies
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